I don’t write in a journal everyday, but I have accumulated many entries over the past 50+ years beginning in 1966. Some items evolved into longer works. Among the leftovers little pieces survived. I thought a collection of these with a piece culled from the same date in a past year would make an interesting yearbook. The consistencies and inconsistencies of mind, skipping back and forth across time, provide varied perspectives. It is difficult to remember the context of the past we’ve lived; we also make suppositions about times that predate ourselves.

The few alterations from original drafts were to improve clarity. The worst of my work is not included. There remains enough mediocrity and immaturity to make me feel humble and you feel smart. There are also moments of accidental insight and incidental humor.

Author Stephen Crane referred to his little pieces as pills…apparently they were small and somewhat hard to swallow, but good for you.


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Monday, November 19, 2018

Robert Zimmerman and Me


November 19, 2017   (I was 73)


            Robert Zimmerman and Me
I was in a brick school building seven miles
from the brick school building he was in 
and that was further away than Hollywood
He was closer to NYC than anywhere near me
From our common geographic start
we grew up a few years and a country apart 
Somehow he knew he had something to sell
while I thought maybe I could learn how to spell
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